Even long after the relationship dies and all connections perish, this person stays alive in our consciousness.
It’s not like we spend our entire day fantasizing about them or reminiscing. It’s not like our lives stopped when they left it. It’s not like we haven’t moved on—we might even be building a relationship with someone new.
But this person’s existence is like an alarm clock that rings every once in a while. They’re like the mud that resides at the bottom of a glass—if stirred, it instantly fills the calm water.
Any object, sound, taste or smell related to them, can make them cross our minds again.
Who is your one person?
Who is your one person?
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